Long Condemnation Poems

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People of Darkness

They move in secret, cautiously,
	these people of only one way.
Trusting in the blinding dark suspiciously
	defiling the hopes and dreams of yesterday.
Detours they avoid abruptly
	retracing every step, too fearful of today.

People of darkness live secret and alone,
	what are they afraid of?
Trembling at discovery and being found and known
	they chose a path different than our own.
Whispering from displaced forgotten ghettos
	hiding truth in an unrecognized libretto.
Their fears are all they have.

They breathe quietly, as lost and angry old and young,
	devourers of life while on the run.
Speaking cryptic radical determined thoughts
	as in their minds, the world's battles are fought.
Agony,distorted faith, they claimed they’ve turned it on
	and when least expected, they are in hiding ,gone.
They are the lost and found in every town.

They plan and scheme in their restrictive silence
	not saying aloud but veil what they really mean
Resting only of necessity to remain alone and hidden
        as they cry and shout hypocrisy but spread inhumanity,
A condemnation for all eternity
	drifting on the seas of ideological emptiness and deeper lies.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Elegy


Premium Member Peace Be To All

Of course,
Christmas is 
about Christ...

Dah!~ it is in
the name -- 

As evil is in Devil

whom we blame;

while man could be the
author of his own push/pull 
game? Reality his own
Virtual? -- 

just think about it...

without our need
no talk of heaven
and hell...

unless
there are other planets
under such cryptic
spell

creation replete with
condemnation
and emancipation -- 
----------------------

Something is off...

a loving God that

would devolve spirit

as miracle flesh being


to pain some eternally

for His Own flaw 

if imperfect Freeing?

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Born-Again Status' Fulfiller

October 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 3-4

Key Verse – John 3:3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BORN-AGAIN STATUS’ FULFILLER			
	
Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in transporting me to Your perfect will
Thank You for Your blessings which to my soul You fill
So that I won’t dwell in earthly hill
But stay in Your heavenly paradise through Your redemption-paid bill.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in sending to me Your Son for my assured salvation
Thank You for Your pardon cleansing my transgression 
So that I won’t perish in hell’s flames of sin-condemnation
But receive Your gift of eternal life as well as regeneration as new creation.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in calling me to be Your disciple
Thank You for Your freedom extricating me from false perceptions’ principle
So that I won’t depart from ministry-involvement around Your holy temple
But draw near Your mercy whenever in guilt I grapple.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in teaching me rightful worship
Thank You for Your care unto me through Your offered marvelous relationship
So that I won’t miss Your fruitful friendship
But enjoy Your Christ-filled fellowship.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in instructing me about Your service standard
Thank You for Your bestowment of my labour’s reward
So that I won’t go out from Your discipleship-safeguard
But abide in Your stewardship work’s harvest yard.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller 
in testifying to me Your greatness
Thank You for Your encouragement for me to live in Your graciousness
So that I won’t tarry in worldliness’ emptiness
But follow You through Your Word’s steadfastness.

Lord God, You are my born-again status Fulfiller
in inviting me to Your jubilant victory
Thank You for Your opportunities exposing me to Your miracles of glory
So that I won’t struggle in sin-sickness’ misery
But beseech You midst confusion’s enquiry.

October 4, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Anatomy of Melancholy

Loss caused by powerlessness and helplessness as its heart,
Gloom and sorrow and sadness as its despondent spare part;
Anger and fear as lifeblood; despair and guilt as its veins; 
With somber moods, melancholy is a bundle of pains...!

I undergo the resonance of my inner unease,
My pain pains me; my anger angers me; my joys soon cease;
With no physical accident, I undergo trauma,
Temples are seen all around me, without the true Brahma...!

With lethargic, listless, lacking luster as its liver,
No fervor in things around; yet, acts as a lawgiver;
Where's my hunger gone? Why very often this sleeplessness?
Deep within, like restless seabed currents, whirls hopelessness...! 

Illusion as the brain and delusions as its large screen,
Tensions and turmoil, as though cruel beasts, are always seen;
Dejection, depreciation, glumness, and gloominess,
Self-condemnation, like tides, fluctuate my fuzziness...!

As cine screens alter, feelings go senile hysteric,
Pseudo zeal, zest, and enthusiasm soon turn barbaric; 
Like poles of the north and the south or the head and the tail,
Why are feelings of violence and suicide crucial...?

Isn't, yet, this anatomy affirmative as well?
Doesn't it pulsate me to ponder over my death knell?
I grow, as a wounded, aware of all facts and fancies,
This is the anatomy that par excels the deep seas...!!!


12 May 2023
Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Inheritance

February 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 10-14

Key Verse – Deuteronomy 10:9 Wherefore Levi hath no part nor inheritance with his brethren; the LORD is his inheritance, according as the LORD thy God promised him.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INHERITANCE
				
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You love me unconditionally
Thank You for stretching out Yor arm to protect me greatly
Let me fear You honourably and cleave unto You firmly
With Your commandments that instruct me constantly.

Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You manifest to me for Your miracles
Thank You for teaching me to fight by faith my flesh-tentacles
Let me abide in Your strength away from worldly spectacles
With Your provisions of goodness assured by Your truth’s oracles.


Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You cause me to bring You my offerings
Thank You for satisfying me with Your abundant supply-pourings
Let me rejoice in You despite earthly sufferings
With Your safety enclosing me, correcting my discontentment-murmurings.

Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You prove me of my devotion
Thank You for establishing me in Your doctrine’s fortification
Let me obey You with utmost dedication
With Your grace that sustains me since You redeemed me from condemnation.

Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You increase my faithfulness
Thank You for bestowing upon me blissfulness of peacefulness
Let me learn from Your wisdom and prudence-usefulness
With Your guidance directing me to follow You with willingness.

Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You call me for Your ministry
Thank for leading me to walk in Your ways toward heavenly country
Let me stay in Your mount of triumphant victory
With Your presence in my journey, being in Your kingdom infantry.

Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You enlarge my service-border
Thank You for cleansing me from abominations that spiritually hinder
Let me stay in Your sanctification-order
With Your holiness as my righteous perfect Leader.

February 20, 2023
Form: Rhyme


To Shakespeare

Was his spirit destined to write 
The great poet crafting his verse 
Words of beauty and profound insight 
That time and posterity should rehearse, 
Was it the power of his imagination 
Creating drama, intrigue, murder and revenge 
And whatever vices lead to condemnation 
In the wayward hearts of mortal men,
No, not this or anything else 
But that God ordained spirit 
That creates of itself 
Things divine, mysterious, dark and nondescript, 
   Endowed with gifts from heaven above 
   His timeless art of life and love. 


             W.A CHOLT.  Copyright Fergal O Reilly 

              12/8/22
© W.A. Cholt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member My Spiritual Journey

with folded hands paying respects to the rising Sun
in the orange glow, with my mother, day has begun,
bowing our heads to one who energises the world
learned by imitation, prayed God as I was  told.

walking around the deity in a clockwise turn,
applying dot of ash to forehead from temple urn,
reciting holy sanskrit prayers chanting a bhajan,
have hindu identity, initiation done!

religion taught to us through stories with deep morals,
evil was condemned and the good always won laurels,
conflict of duty, respect, conscience and honesty,
condemnation of gambling, theft, lies and cruelty.

my teenage was spent in search of self identity,
with romance brewing, god was not a necessity, 
I questioned every religious barrier thrown in,
a time for introspection, God’s denial and sin.

when was years older with friends of different beliefs,
accepted, adopted from their religion some leaves,
all with same truth, same messages with no difference,
in matters of beliefs, had no special preference!

decades from that day of a loud cry and single breath,
God followed with no real understanding or true depth,
now I know and fully believe in oneness of God,
I completely ignore religious bigots and fraud!

Like it is with me I believe it is with others,
get initiated to religion by mothers,
we journey through life with introspection and science,
But God awaits, not our religion but clear conscience!
 
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Written 05/Jan/ 2021
My Spiritual Journey contest
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Dread the Voice in My Head

Whether I'm awake or asleep,
I walk down a diabolical dark street,
heckled by a voice in repeated repertoire
with dauntingly detestable words.
Taunted and tormented is my soul.
On and on it will dismally droll,
leaving me bewildered, lost in confusion
irritated with the infusion inside my head.
It's a plague, a dreaded curse...
a haunting that hovers as I lie abed.

I'm not demented or delusional.
If this is a callous collusion to drive me insane,
I beg deliverance from the echoing refrain
that takes me into the depths of despair,
leading me blindly as though it doesn't care
if I live or perish in the annals of an abyss.
I ask... what damnable deed have I done
that makes me bleed like this?

Is there no hope of suturing my wounds,
or eviscerating my harrowed heart?
If I could expunge the voice from my mind
would that ease the grief caused by the thief
who is hell bent on ripping my life apart?

Accusations spill from invisible lips...
from a tongue that blames me for horrid things,
leaving me grieving and bereaved
as if the voice is a goading gossipy mouth.
It's a conceived conspiracy,
a fallacious fallacy of falsehoods,
madly mocking me with condemnation.
It's branded me by burning my ears
with barbs that leave scars with its jeers.
Charred parts of me that will not heal,
my body is battered and bruised.
I'm sodden with tears as if from a deluge,
while over and over again the voice speaks out
with a commanding presence of clout.
Each tear cuts my cheek until blood seeps
from the crux of my soul.
Every drop falls at my feet in a scarlet flux.

Wracked with sobs, prostrate with weeping,
still the hissing voice berates me,
leading me further into silent shadows.
My head pounds from resounding jeers.
"I'm not guilty," I scream, even if it's a dream.
A vortex of eddies swirl at my bare feet.
I'm a helpless babe left alone on the street...
breathing shallow, but the voice will not fade.
Cold fingers reach for me
but no comfort do they bring
for the obstinate voice in the obsidian darkness
will not release its hellish hold.

When comes the hour of dappled Dawn,
I plead that she may take palpable pity on me
and touch me with golden rays of warmth.
I will linger as she softly whispers my name,
desperate that she can rid me of fear
and make the vilifying voice in my head disappear.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Inevitable

Inevitable…

It’s funny how it goes
Some days I just don’t know
Whether I’m coming or where I’m going to
And today is one of those dark spots that I know
I’m evolving into their eternal bleakness
With not much hope left to hold me over…
Until tomorrow

I can’t wait for my salvation
Release from self-condemnation
Guided by beliefs that have no bearing here
On the outcome of my life
Whether or not I am judged by a higher power
Is not a principal I can count on
As reciprocation for good intent is non-existent

I bide my time in this world
Unable to prevent the inevitable
I ride my rhymes through this world
Only to prolong the inevitable
When in the end
The inevitable comes for everyone

Everything can carry over
From one day to the next
From one life into another
So who is there to tell you whether or not, 
Right from wrong…
Just because you think of greener pastures
Doesn’t mean that you will find them here
Or there…

When you need them now
To help fend off the inevitable
The time is now
If I am to put off the inevitable
Because in the end, the inevitable comes for everyone

Is this the end??
Form: Lyric

Premium Member For Your Infinite Love

"All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
and thanks never ceasing for infinite love"
                                                             ~~ Charles Wesley

(lines from the hymn "Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim")


My heart is full, in you I live,
for thou, my Lord hast died for me.
My thanks I sing, with breath you give,
for your infinite love!

No condemnation now I fear,
without your blood, I'm dead in sin.
Your name I laud and hold most dear,
for your infinite love!

May I, of godly attitude,
with the angelic host proclaim
an offering of gratitude
for your infinite love!

Your goodness shown in all your ways;
you grant forgiveness, grace, and hope.
To you I yield my utmost praise
for your infinite love!
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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